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We can be strangers if you like
We can talk about the weather
Our silly plans for the weekend
Or how life has been kind to us
Trust me, I'm a terrific actor
You'll hardly be able to tell

We can be strangers if you like
Or at least we can pretend that
It doesn't shred us to pieces...
Have you ever come across friends and lovers that meant the world to you... and then had to act like they were mere acquaintances?
Never mind... hello there, stranger!
REPOST: written in Jan/25.
 Apr 10 Nemesis
Kenneth
Growing old never seemed so bad.  
Sure, I pretend to moan and dread,  
My knee buckles and my back knots.  
Yet it’s another year of being alive.  

Growing old is a privilege,  
As another year around the sun  
Marks another year of growth.  
What else are we here for?  

Growing old is a privilege,  
Growing old together is a luxury.  

Growing old never seemed so bad.  
Yet I mourn the years we’ve lost to fate.  
Like a new book too precious to read—  
Too scared to see how many chapters are left.  

But books are never judged by their length,  
It’s by the way they change you.  
The way they mark themselves into you,  
Like wrinkles on skin.  

So worry not, take your time with fate.  
I’ll pull up a chair, a good book and coffee.  
And when you arrive, I’ll have a library—  
Of stories to share, wishing you had been there.
I'm turning 30 next year! Im a sappy hopeless romantic but I never really care about turning 30. i think aging is great, and that I believe it's possible to age gracefully. I'm just sad, im aging gracefully alone :(
we were playing
in the garden,
goddesses,
feeling the heat on our skin
the goddess of love,
the goddess of trees,
the goddess of anything
and everything

that was nice

then her mom died
a hit-and-run
so she left,
and i played by myself for a while

then she came back
but she was different
and we were older

so we made
the goddess of revenge
so her mom would have justice

then we played the goddess game
                                                     "Wear this blindfold"
i stepped out onto the road
                                                     "you won't let me get hit, right?"
                                                     "Keep walking"
                                                     "i'm scared"
                                                     "You'll be fine"
so i was

she left a note in my locker that day
REMEMBER

then she left for good
about a book that i can't remember the name of. (also an old draft)
 Apr 5 Nemesis
Lyle
a day so many years ago
drawing with sidewalk chalk
chalk pieces left on the driveway
rain
began to fall
drawings began to blur and fade
chalk pieces dissolving
into sticky puddles
of neon orange, pink
purple and blue
swirling together
makes me remember
that there was a day
when I stopped going back out
with a piece of chalk in hand
to leave drawings for the rain to distort
 Apr 5 Nemesis
Eve
oh with strings that play of spring and forgotten history
i’ve got nothing left to give to you,
forever your remained mystery
i’ll watch you go,the man of cold
my closed off mister
and the curtains will close
on all my truths untold

and i’ll Play for dimes of my moms green eyes
and listen to the cries of all my sisters
for all the times you stole my mind
send me for all the kisses

with strings that play of spring you’ll hear the ring of all my wishes
hear me sing of forgotten history
being your invisible mistress
and in a moment of play pretend
you’ll be my lustrous mister
but until then
i got nothing left to give you
but my melody’s awful glister

so i’ll play for dimes of my moms green eyes and listen to the cries of all your wishes
for all the times you stole my mind
send me for all the kisses
and maybe someday play for the eyes
of all of our dying sisters
 Mar 31 Nemesis
Faith Cubitt
we were testing every limit we could get our hands on....
it was like we could not survive without chaos.
it was always us dancing in burning building,
threatening the lightning,
coasting that gray line between life and death.
you'd push and I'd pull....
we fought like cats and dogs.
we blamed the world for it's shallow trick's it played on us....
but we were already way off the deep end,
crashing through the surface of everything we wanted to be.
how can you save someone when you thought they were supposed to save you?....
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